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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.