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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.