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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.