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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.