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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.