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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Smog,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.