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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.