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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.