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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.