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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.