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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.