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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.