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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.