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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.