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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.