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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
AZ,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.