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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.