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 Australia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.