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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.