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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.