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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.