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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.