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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.