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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.