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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
X-101,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.