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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Television,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.