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 France and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.