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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.