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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.