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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.