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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.