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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.