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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.