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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.