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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.