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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Seoul and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Index,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.