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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
MDC,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.