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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.