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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.