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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.