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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.