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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.