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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
ABC,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.