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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Scientists,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.