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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.