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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 Portland and Columbus.
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 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Scientists,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.