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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
New Order,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.