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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.