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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.