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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.