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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Move,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.