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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Audionom,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.