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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.