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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.