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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.