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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.