Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.