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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.