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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.