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 Cameroon 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Faust,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.