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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.