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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.