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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.