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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.