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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.