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 Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.