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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.