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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
June Days,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.