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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.