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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.