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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Technova,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Can,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Crime,
ABC,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.