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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.