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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.