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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.