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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.