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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.