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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.