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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Scion,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.