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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.