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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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.