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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.