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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.