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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.