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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.