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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.