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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.