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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.