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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Visage,
the Normal,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.