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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
PIL,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.