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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.