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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.