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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.