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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.