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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.