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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.