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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.