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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.