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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.