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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Crime,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.