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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.