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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.