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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.