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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.