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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.