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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Smog,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.