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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.