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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
UT,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.