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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.