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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.