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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.