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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.