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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.