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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.