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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.