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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.