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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.