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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.