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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.