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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
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.