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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.