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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.