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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.