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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.