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 Gabon and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.