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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.