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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Television,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.