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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.