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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.