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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.