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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.