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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.