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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Scion,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.