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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.