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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.