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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.