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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Slave,
MDC,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.