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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.