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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.