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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.