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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
MC5,
Brick,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.