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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Faust,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.