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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.