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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Alison Limerick 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.