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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.