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 Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.