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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.