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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Nico,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Nas,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.