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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.