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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.