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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.