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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.