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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Gong,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.