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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.