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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.