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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.