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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.