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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Index,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.