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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Zapp 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.