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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.