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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
Alphaville,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.