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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Wings,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.