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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.