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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.