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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 World's Most to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.