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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.