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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.