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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.