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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.