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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.