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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.