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 Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
The Names,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Smog,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.