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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Kayak,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.