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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.