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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.