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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.