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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.