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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.