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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Television,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.