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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.