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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.