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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.