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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.