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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.