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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
PIL,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.