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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.