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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.