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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.