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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.