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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.