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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.