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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.