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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.