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 Togo 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Smoke,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.