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 China and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Excepter 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.