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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.