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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
The Motions,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.