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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.