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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Can,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Neu!,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.