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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.