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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.