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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.