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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Nico,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.