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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.