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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.