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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.