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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.