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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.