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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.