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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.