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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.