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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Evens,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.