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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.