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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.