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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.