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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.