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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.