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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.