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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.