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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Aswad 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
X-101,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.