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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.