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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
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.