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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.