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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.