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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.