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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.