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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.