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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.