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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Qualms,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.