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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Lyres 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.