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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.