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 Lesotho 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.