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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.