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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
the Association,
Section 25,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.