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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.