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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.