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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.