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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Wire,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.