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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.