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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
The Names,
ABC,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.