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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.