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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.