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 Benin 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Television,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.