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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.