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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.