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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Visage,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.