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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.