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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.