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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.