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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.