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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.