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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.