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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.