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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.