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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
The Martian,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.