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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.