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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Television Personalities,
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.