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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Smog,
MC5,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.