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 Malta and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.