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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.