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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.