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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.