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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.