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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nas,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.