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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.