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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Roxette,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.