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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.