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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
cv313,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.