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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.