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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.