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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.