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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.