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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Liliput,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
the Germs,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.