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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.