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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.