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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 Beijing and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.