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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.