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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.