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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.