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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Can,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.