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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.