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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.