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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.