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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Fear,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.