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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.