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 Panama and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.