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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.