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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.