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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.