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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 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 Deakin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Scion,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.