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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.