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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.