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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.