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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
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.