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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.