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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.