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 Oman and from New York.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.