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 Monaco and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Nico,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.