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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.