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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.