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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Little Man,
June of 44,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.