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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.