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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.