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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the techno 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.