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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.