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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.