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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.