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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Nico,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.