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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.