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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.