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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.