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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.