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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.