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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.