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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.