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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.