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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.