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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.