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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Make Up,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.