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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Scrapy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.