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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Slave,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.