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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Smog,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.