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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.