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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.