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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.