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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.