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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
CMW,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.