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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.