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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
UT,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.