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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.