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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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-102 to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.