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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Slave,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.