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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.