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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.