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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.