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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.