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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
New Order,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.