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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.