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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.