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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.