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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.