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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.