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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.