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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.