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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.