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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.