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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.