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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.