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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.