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 Tajikistan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.