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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.