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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
MDC,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.