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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
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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.