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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.