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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.