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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.