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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
AZ,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.