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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.