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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.