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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 Lille and Toronto.
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 David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.