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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.