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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.