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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.