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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Index,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.