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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.