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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.