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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.