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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Move,
New Order,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.