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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.