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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Television,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Index,
The Sonics,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.