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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.