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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.