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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.