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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.