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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.