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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.