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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.