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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.