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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.