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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
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.