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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.