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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.