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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.