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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.