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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.