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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.