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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.