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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.