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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Ituana,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.