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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.