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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.