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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.