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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.