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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.