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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Fear,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.