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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.