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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.