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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.