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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.