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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.