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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.