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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.