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 France and from New York.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.