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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 This Heat 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
MDC,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.