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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.