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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.