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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.