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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.