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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.