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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.