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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.