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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.