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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.