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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
UT,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.