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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.