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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.