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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.