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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.