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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.