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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.