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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.