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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.