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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.