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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.