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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.