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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.