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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.