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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.