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 the UAE and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.