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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.