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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.