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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.