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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.