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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.