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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Slave,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.