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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.