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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.