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 France and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.