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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.