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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.