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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.