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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.