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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 10cc to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.