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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.