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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.