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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.