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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.