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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.