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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.