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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.