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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.