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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Unwound,
Organ,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.