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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.