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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.