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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.