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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.