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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Can,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.