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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.