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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.