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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.