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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.