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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.