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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Scion,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.