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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Make Up,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.