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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.