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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.