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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
MDC,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.