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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.