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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.