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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.