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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.