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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.