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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Visage,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.