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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.