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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Move,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.