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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.