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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.