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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.