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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.