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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.