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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
JFA,
Urselle,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.