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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.