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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
The Gories,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Move,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.