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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.