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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.