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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Accra.
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 snare 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Technova,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Television,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.