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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.