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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.