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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.