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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
PIL,
Crime,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Deakin,
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.