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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Wings,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.