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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.