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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.