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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.