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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Nico,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.