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 Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.