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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.