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 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.