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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.