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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.