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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
John Holt,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.