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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.