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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Index,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.