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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.