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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.