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 Mexico City.
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 Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Can,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.