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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
UT,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.