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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.