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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.