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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.