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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Brick,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.