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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Gong,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.