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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.